Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2015 18:24:02 -0600 From: Robert Foxx Subject: How I Became a Worshiper of Mens' Bodies How I Became a Worshiper of Mens' Bodies Part # 1 By: Robert Fox – newauthor59@outlook.com This story is a work of fiction. All comments are welcomed. I love men between the ages of 30 and 50, I don't just love them I worship their bodies and it started when I was 14. Hi my name is James, I am eighteen years old. My mom and I live in a little town in Nevada, my dad died when I was only five years old so it is just me and my mom. Mr. Moretti, our next door neighbor was my first and of all the men, I love him still. Mrs. Moretti had been a very sickly woman and my mom would sit with her on her days off and they became good friends. He own a little men shoe store near us and my mom insists that I buy my shoes there. Being an Italian, Mr. Moretti carried great Italian shoes and if I went into his store on a slow day, he would let me try on as many pairs of shoes as I wanted. I would set in the chair and he would take my shoes off, massage my feet and legs before putting the shoes on me. You see Mr. Moretti was only about 5'9" tall with a slim built weighing about 145 pounds but he had huge hands and feet and a fat bulge. He would set in a shorter chair in front of me with his legs spread, and take my shoes off and then would take one foots at a time and massage it, his hands were so big that they would complete wrap around foot once he finished with it, he would massage my leg up to my knees, pulling my foot into his crotch while he worked on my calves. He would stare me in the eyes and with an Italian accent, ask me how does it feel? I would close my eyes and say, great I assumed he was talking about the massage, but I was talking about how my foot felt in that huge soft, warm bulge of his. He would tell me to flex my toes so that they would be loosen enough to fit comfortable in the shoes and boy did his hot crotch and magic hands send tingles down my spine, my little dick would get so hard and once during his massage, I opened my eyes and saw him staring at my hard on; he just looked at me and smiled and kept massaging my legs, pulling my foot harder into his crotch. He never said anything out of line; he would just ask me how the massage felt. I did notice that if he had a customer, he wouldn't massage my feet or legs. I asked him why and he said that he didn't want the other customers thinking that he would give them such special treatment, and that it was for me only, then he would toss my hair and smile. Mr. Moretti said that he would need help on Saturday's and sometime on Sunday's and asked my mom if I could help him, that he would pay me. My mom agreed only if I kept my grades up. I would re-stock the shoes after a customer tried them on and didn't buy them, sweep the floor and dust the chairs. I was happy to be with this man all day long. Saturdays were his busy days so he kept me hopping. I had never seen so many nice bulges, but when I compared them with Mr. Moretti, his was the hottest. I remembered putting a pair of shoes away but the shelf was too high so he came back and lifted me up, he put those big hands on my little butt, squeezing it as he held me. I was slowly falling in love with this man. His store was closed on Sunday, but we went in to make sure everything was in place. After an hour or so, we would go into the back room where he had a refrigerator, sofa and television. He would take out a bottle of wine for himself and a can soda for me, and then he took his shirt out of his pants and unbuttons it, turns on the television and had me sat next to him. I couldn't help but notice how hairy his chest was, his nipples poking through the hair. I could hardly take my eyes off of them. He asked me about school, friends and if I had a girlfriend. I told him that I did not have any friends and no girlfriend. I bet the girls love looking at that cute little ass of yours he said. I blushed; he then ruffled my hair, and put his arm around me, pulled my head to his chest and kissed my forehead and said that it was ok. I looked up at him and told him that I loved him, and he said back at you kiddo and then he pulled my head back to his hairy chest, I was in heaven, his smell was intoxicating. I looked down and he had his legs crossed over each other which pushed his bulge up and his dick down the right leg and what a sight, the head of his cock looked huge and I just wanted to touch it but was too afraid. After four glasses of wine, Mr. Moretti was beginning to doze. He looked at me and told me that if he fall asleep, and the phone rang, to answer it because when he have wine, he sleeps very hard and not much woke him up. I said ok, and soon afterward he started snoring. I turned my head to look up at him and my lip brushed over his nipple. He didn't move just kept snoring. I got brave and stuck my tongue out and licked his nipple. Still nothing, so I put my lip over it and started sucking on it like a calf to its mother. It got hard and pointed so I went back and forth from licking it to sucking on it, a couple of times I bit it, not to hard and then would lick it again. I managed to wiggle from under his arms and moved over to his other tit and started licking sucking and biting on it. I ran my hands all over his chest, then I looked down and his cock had gotten hard and it is huge. I reached down and touched the head of his cock, it was soft to the touch, his cock jumped upward so I removed my hand and looked up at him, and he was still asleep. I got on my knees in front of him and noticed a wet spot at the very tip of that huge cock head. I touched it and my finger was wet and sticky, I put it to my nose and smelled it but it didn't have a smell so I stuck out my tongue and taste it, a very unusual taste like none that I have ever tasted before. He started to move so I jumped up sat down and picked up my can of soda. He looked at me with a smile and asked how long had he slept. Then he looked at the clock and realized he had been sleep for about half an hour. Well son, we should go it is about dinner time and I bet your mom is getting worried. I was so disappointed that he woke up but happy at the same time that I had a chance to explore parts of him. As he button his shirt and tucked it into his pants, I noticed how long his fingers were and overwhelming desire came over me to suck them like I had done to his tits while he slept. That night in bed I jacked off to what had happened that day and shot a load bigger than I had in my fourteen years. I couldn't wait to see him again. Stay tuned for part #2 coming up soon. – newauthor59@outlook.com